I showered, meekly got into the robe Paige had left in the bathroom for me, let her do things to my hair and face, nearly kicked her off when she insisted on waxing legs, refused to let her put perfume on, and then got into the wedding dress and let them help me button it up the back.
Pav's idea for covering my scars was pretty good, she'd somehow managed to locate a very simple lace jacket for a dress. It was lined with the smallest amount of soft white fur over the back- it covered everything- but the front was more or less transparent. It looked though it might have been made for the dress.
I was sat down and let them do my hair in loose curl things that Paige managed to create with the hair tong things. The veil, which thankfully wasn't too long either, was attached to a headband that sat concealed under hair, only a bunch of tiny tigerlillies showed. They dressed in their dresses, as they took turns helping me, their hair left long as well. We didn't really have time to do much for hair anyway.
I really did look like a bride. I stared at myself in the mirror, twisting around, gawking at the image.
"What do you think?" Paige asked, standing back.
I shook my head. Stared again. "I'm really getting married, aren't I?"
Pav laughed as she went to put on her own make up. "Yes."
Married and a baby on the way. I twisted around again, stroking my hands over my stomach, and shook my head. I wasn't sure if I could believe it even now. Even though my breasts had stayed intact, and my stomach, when everything else had shrunk... After all the shit from the past year it seemed like it was too good to be really happening. Though there were problems too. I wondered what the hell Nick would do now with his work in New York. Would he still do the 'three days there, two days here' work he planned on doing when Matt was here?
I'd have to talk with him about that tonight.
"Thirty minutes." Paige called, voice echoing throughout the upper house, as she hurried into the bathroom to get her own done, adding, "Elena, did you want help with your make up?"
Elena was staring at the box of it as blankly as I had. I had never seen her in a dress, never, and she looked drop dead gorgeous, the blue dress setting off her silver blonde hair perfectly. It'd been brushed. I didn't think she needed any of that stuff but she nodded. "If you've got time."
"I do. Jamie, how is Kate and Logan!" Paige called again, loudly, and I remembered that they were probably getting ready too.
She didn't need to hear Jamie's "Done!" because Kate came speeding into the bedroom the second she'd heard her name called. She was cute, golden blonde hair all over the place, a matching pair of pants under the blue dress. She already had her flowers clutched in one hand.
"Kate, those are meant to be in the fridge till we leave." Pav said, amused, but not seeming too worried.
"They're not food." Kate replied, crossing her arms.
"The fridge helps them stay pretty till we go." Logan informed her, following behind, as he stared at the three of us in the bedroom. He was much more taken with his mother in the dress than he was with me, his eyes widening at the sight of Elena. "Wow. You're really pretty."
She went a bit red and bent down to hug him close, and I was sure I saw a tear. Elena? Crying? Jamie came in as well and was quick with a camera, getting it.
"Hey." Logan backed up, staring at Jamie, his face going red.
"It's my job to get photos of this." She moved around, taking photos as we tried to finish, and I wasn't sure how good they'd be.
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Hunter - Book 2 of the Hunted Series
FanfictionAnne, an Australian, has escaped and has started to heal. Even now though that werewolf, who calls himself Master, who bit her and tortured her for almost a year is close on her tail. She doesn't know if she's hunting him or if he's hunting her. S...
